Live fortune telling: All the people in the underworld are her younger brothers

Fan Zengcheng was trembling. In the past few moments, he had thought a lot. From the conversation, he guessed that the woman who suddenly appeared was a human.

He's also a mystic.

"My daughter, is it really you?"

Fan Zengcheng wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes and slowly stood up, "It's great that you are still alive."

Jiang Ling looked up and down at the man with disdain.

The mother and daughter also reacted quickly, and Qi He's expression was the most interesting.

Now that the evil god is gone, she doesn't know what kind of personality Jiang Ling has, and she doesn't dare to approach rashly. She comforts her daughter and observes Jiang Ling silently.

Jiang Ling looked at the wound on Fan Xiaoying's face and said with a smile: "I can't let you die so easily."

Fan Xiaoying was frightened by her stare and covered her face, not daring to look at her.

Jiang Ling still remembers the past twenty years of her life vividly. If her luck had not been robbed, she would have lived a happy life even if she was thrown into the mountains.

The three members of this family cannot die easily, otherwise it would be too easy for them.

Fan Zengcheng reacted very quickly and said regretfully, "Lingling, this must be a misunderstanding. Dad has been looking for you. It's great that you came back on your own. Dad will arrange for someone to prepare a room for you."

"That's right. We don't understand what luck or bad luck is. Worshiping gods is for a better life. Lingling, please don't misunderstand." Qi He quickly agreed.

Fan Xiaoyin couldn't understand. She knew a lot of things at home. Not only that, but she had also been involved in a lot of them since she turned 18.

That woman was just a piece of trash whose luck she had exchanged for twenty years. She was already dying. How could she still turn the world upside down?

"Without the evil god, how will you survive?"

Jiang Ling picked up the bright red bowl and poured it over the three of them without changing her expression.

The family of three screamed and hid.

Pei Qian, who was pinching his throat, quickly closed his mouth when he saw this scene. He didn't want that woman to stuff anything into his mouth again.

This woman is truly...scary.

I shouldn’t have followed you if I had known.

"Lingling, I am your father! If you are really a master of mysticism, you should know that filial piety is the most important virtue. How can you be so reckless?" Fan Zengcheng frowned and looked gloomy.

Although he had killed many people, he had never let himself touch a drop of blood. Looking at the thick and smelly blood stains on his body, he felt extremely disgusted.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what the word 'good' means." Jiang Ling curved her lips politely, "That evil god will probably never come back. When you go to the underworld in the future, don't forget to mention my name, and the punishment will be lighter."

After saying that, Jiang Ling glanced at the angry Pei Qian.

Pei Qian didn't know why, but he seemed to understand what she meant. He reluctantly put his arm around Jiang Ling again, and the two of them disappeared into Fan's house.

"Dad! What did that bitch mean...ah..." Fan Xiaoyin bit her tongue hard, blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and she was in tears due to the pain.

Qi He saw her daughter suffering and burst into tears: "Husband, what should we do? It must be that little bitch who did it!"

Qi He also bit her tongue.

The mother and daughter covered their mouths together and shed tears in pain.

Fan Zengcheng's face was as black as charcoal: "You go back to the room, I'll go find the master."

In his opinion, Jiang Ling might have been possessed by some powerful thing, and then some kind of deal was made between the two of them.

Otherwise, how could a twenty-year-old kid fight against the evil god so easily?

He couldn't help but sigh deeply. The evil god had benefited so much from him, but he ran away at the critical moment. After this matter was dealt with, he had to find a reliable evil god.

Evil God, is it reliable because it is called an evil god?

Jiang Ling took Pei Qian back to the Pei family hall.

Pei Jingchen was reading a newspaper in the hall. When he heard the voice, he raised his eyes and his gaze stayed on Pei Qian on Jiang Ling's arm for two seconds.

Pei Qian quickly changed back to human form, ran to Pei Jingchen, squatted down and cried, "Sir, I'm going to die. You must take good care of yourself in the future."

"Dead?" The man frowned, somewhat puzzled.

"Jiang..." Pei Qian pointed to the woman sitting on the sofa, drinking tea leisurely, and whispered as if she was drowning, "Sister Ling, she gave me something unknown to eat, I might die."

Jiang Ling didn't explain. Thinking that it was almost time for dinner, she turned on the TV and started watching it casually.

Upon hearing this, Pei Jingchen took Pei Qian's pulse.

Seeing Pei Jingchen frowning, Pei Qian was worried. Why did he go to such a haunted place with Jiang Ling at that time?

It's too late to regret.

I complained again: That woman is so scary!

"What do you feel?" Pei Jingchen asked.

"I don't know. I feel flustered, confused, and very uncomfortable." Pei Qian lowered his head, feeling the changes in his body.

"Go back to your room and meditate for a few days." Pei Jingchen said and continued reading the newspaper.

Pei Qian listened to him very much, went back to his room dejectedly and began to practice meditation.

Seeing this, Jiang Ling raised her eyebrows with interest and looked at Pei Jingchen.

"The gift from Miss Jiang was too much for him to bear."

"How else can we grow?" Jiang Ling stood up, walked in front of Pei Jingchen, and looked down at him, "Aren't you curious about what we did?"

"Ms. Jiang's private affairs have nothing to do with me." The man's tone was cold, but after listening carefully, he felt... a little strange.

"sensible."

He talks little, does little, and can absorb the power of merit from him at will. Jiang Ling admires the man very much.

But what on earth is he?

Jiang Ling lifted the man's chin and looked straight into his eyes, trying to see through him.

"Miss Jiang, don't be so persistent. I don't remember many things myself."

There was a hint of struggle in Pei Jingchen's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. Behind his seemingly calm expression was hidden forbearance.

"Oh~ Really?"

Pei Huaizhi came back from a social event and saw at a glance that his husband was being teased by a woman.

I was a little flustered for a moment.

Is this what he can see?

"Pei Huaizhi, go back to the study." Pei Jingchen said in a cold voice.

Jiang Ling put her hand away, didn't stay any longer, and went to have dinner.

Pei Huaizhi pushed Pei Jingchen all the way into the study.

"Mr. Pei, is Master Jiang interested in you?" Pei Huaizhi couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

I even wondered silently in my heart, did Mr. Pei have a partner before?

Can humans and snakes live together?

Is a mystic considered a human?

Pei Jingchen did not answer him, his eyes were gloomy. After entering the study, Pei Huaizhi left tactfully.

Taking off the black leather gloves revealed a pair of white and bony fingers.

The man stared at the night sky for a long time, then opened the secret room.

He took out a telescopic crutch from the secret passage behind the wheelchair. The black crutch was covered with golden snake patterns, and at the top was a snake head with a temper.

As soon as he stood firm, Pei Jingchen picked up his handkerchief and started coughing again. Every time he coughed, he felt as if his chest was torn apart.

Approaching the secret passage and looking at the giant carved wooden door, the man knocked on it a few times with his cane. There was a sound of mechanism moving from inside and the wooden door slowly moved open.

"Jiang Ling... King Ling?"

The secret room was very dark, with only a few luminous pearls inlaid on the wall.

He took out a scroll from the shelf and unfolded it. On it was a painting of a girl in red with a beautiful face and a charming and seductive posture.

Especially those fox eyes, pure and lustful, bewitching and captivating, making people fall into them.

"You shouldn't have shown up." Pei Jingchen murmured, stroking the painting with his hand.

He had forgotten too many things and only vaguely remembered that she hated him.